The New Reign

It was a new moon

A time for new beginnings and a new era

As is tradition when connection is weighing on you

You can cut and change your hair

I partook

It was cathartic

I cried as I cut inches off

Knowing I was setting myself free

Truthfully I don’t know how my eyes closed

My grandmother always told me I had a rare connection to the realm of dreams

I always fell asleep instantly whenever those spirits called on me

So they cried out, pulling me in

I opened them to a world I hadn’t seen before

A castle ruins with creatures laid dead all around me

All manner of beings I had longed to know my whole life

Here I stood in the carnage of it all

I saw blood on my hands

I was holding a crown

As I lifted it to my head

I heard a goddess yell out my name

Did you get blood on your hands

I felt it reverberate through my soul

I roused to red hair dye on my hands and the counter

My best friend staring at me with cropped hair

Red color spilling over my surroundings

My voice came back to me at a crawl

Drawling out

I must have fallen asleep

She helped me pick up hair

She held my hands to clean off the red

Helping me gently scrub the color off the floor

As I cleaned the space meant for the living

I pondered on the dream I had been given

It was always enlightening what the moon would show you

When sleep became Her desire to speak